{"id":316,"date":"2011-04-26T07:00:36","date_gmt":"2011-04-26T14:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/?p=316"},"modified":"2011-04-25T12:20:12","modified_gmt":"2011-04-25T19:20:12","slug":"mark-reads-the-book-thief-chapters-63-64","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/2011\/04\/mark-reads-the-book-thief-chapters-63-64\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark Reads ‘The Book Thief’: Chapters 63-64"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the sixty-third and sixty-fourth chapters of The Book Thief<\/em>, everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. Intrigued? Then it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s time for Mark to read The Book Thief<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The rapid downfall has begun.<\/p>\n

CH. 63: PUNISHMENT<\/strong><\/p>\n

On the ration cards of Nazi Germany, there was no listing for punishment, but everyone had to take their turn. For some it was death in a foreign country during the war. For others it was poverty and guilt when the war was over, when six million discoveries were made throughout Europe. Many people must have seen their punishments coming, but only a small percentage welcomed it. One such person was Hans Hubermann.<\/p>\n
You do not help Jews on the street.<\/p>\n
Your basement should not be hiding one.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll admit that I had a different idea for where The Book Thief<\/em> would go from this point, and reading about how hopeless Hans had been throughout the last few chapters regarding what he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d done, I think I got this idea in my head that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never<\/em> have to face the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153punishment\u00e2\u20ac\u009d for what he did, that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never really get that justification. Perhaps he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, but as soon as I turned the page after finishing the last review and read the chapter of the title, I instantly thought that Hans was going to get his own visit, like that of the Steiners, but for a different reason.<\/p>\n
He does get that visit and\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6good god. What the hell.<\/p>\n
One Wednesday in early November, his true punishment arrived in the mailbox. On the surface, it appeared to be good news:<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
* * * PAPER IN THE KITCHEN * * *
\nWe are delighted to inform you that your
\napplication to join the NSDAP has been approved
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
Unbelievably fishy and impossibly coincidental. But that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only because it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one half of the message:<\/p>\n
On Friday, a statement arrived to say that Hans Hubermann would be drafted into the German army. A member of the party would be happy to play a role in the war effort, it concluded. If he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, there would certainly be consequences.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
A blessing with a curse inside of it. FUCK. Everything Liesel loves is being taken away from her. Max. Rudy. Hans. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just Rosa and Liesel left in that house. I already feel lonely about it.<\/p>\n
I had a funny thought when reading all of this, too. I love that so many of you told me to read this book. Interestingly enough, this was the #1 most suggested book that wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a series. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been hearing so much about it, and quite a few said that this book seemed uniquely<\/em> attuned to my personal taste. YOU WERE RIGHT<\/strong>. Except as soon as I read this revelation, my brain instantly went to FUCK YOU FOR RECOMMENDING ME THIS. HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME ENJOY THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD ONLY TO HAVE IT ALL TORN APART<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n
But no one loves sorrow more than I do, RITE RITE RITE. AMIRITE.<\/p>\n
(This is my coping mechanism, stop judging me.<\/em>)<\/p>\n
When Liesel comes home from that day\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reading with Frau Holtzapfel, she knows something is dearly wrong: the soup is burning and her parents are absently placed in the room. As she reads the letter her papa hands her, Death gives us another flash of the writer inside her brain:<\/p>\n
* * * THE CONTENTS OF * * *
\nLIESEL MEMINGER\u00e2\u20ac\u2122S IMAGINATION
\nIn the shell-shocked kitchen, somewhere near the
\nstove, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an image of a lonely, overworked
\ntypewriter. It sits in a distant, near-empty room. Its
\nkeys are faded and a blank sheet waits patiently
\nupright in the assumed position. It wavers slightly
\nin the breeze from the window. Coffee break is
\nnearly over. A pile of paper the height of a human
\nstands casually by the door. It could easily be
\nsmoking.<\/strong><\/p>\n
I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll say it a million times: I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never read a book where I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had this thought process of mine spelled out for others to read. In seconds, my brain imagines lush images, details easily recalled with the right words and the poetic ramble of diction flowing from somewhere inside my head, and sometimes all it takes is a second in the real world, a behavior, a gesture, a small scene, to conjure up an entire story in my brain.<\/p>\n
When I see people, I imagine their stories. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never been able to control it. It happens to everyone I see, most especially the people I pass when I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m walking or riding my bike, or maybe it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the woman across from me on the BART. I think it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a reason why I largely stay silent in public. Without knowing any details, I can imagine entire stories for people, create these characters and chart their growth and imagine what brought them right here<\/em> to this very moment to be sitting precisely in front of me or to pass me by on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n
I have never read anything like this in my life.<\/p>\n
It was a sign of the German army\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s growing desperation.<\/p>\n
They were losing in Russia.<\/p>\n
Their cities were being bombed.<\/p>\n
More people were needed, as were ways of attaining them, and in most cases, the worst possible jobs would be given to the worst possible people.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I read into this that it was an indication of why Hans and Alex Steiner were singled out in the way they were. This is not to say that had this happened a year earlier, neither of them would have been punished. They still would have been, but perhaps not in the manner they were here, or not with such severity and futility left over. But the Germans are not winning, and so those in power take it out on their own citizens.<\/p>\n
Liesel looked now to Mama.<\/p>\n
Rosa had a small rip beneath her right eye, and within the minute, her cardboard face was broken. Not down the center, but to the right. It gnarled down her cheek in an arc, finishing at her chin.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
But out of everything I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve read here in chapter sixty-three, I think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m most heartbroken for Rosa Hubermann, who I believe we just read have her breaking point. The one constant throughout all of this, whether it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s her persistently angry sense of humor or her quiet compassion or her steady role as the caretaker of both Hans and Liesel, is Rosa. To see someone who is so<\/em> dependable crack like this hurts my heart. Which makes what happens later even more unbearable.<\/p>\n
But we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll get there.<\/p>\n
* * * TWENTY MINUTES LATER * * *
\nA GIRL ON HIMMEL STREET
\nShe looks up. She speaks in a whisper.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds
\nare so soft and sad, and \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153 She
\nlooks away and crosses her arms. She
\nthinks of her papa going to war and grabs
\nher jacket at each side of her body.
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cold, Max. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so cold \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/strong><\/p>\n
I miss Max. I worry about what happened to him, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going <\/em>to happen to him, and I am anticipating that we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll never hear from him again. Maybe Death will give him an aside and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s it. Maybe that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all I can hope for.<\/p>\n
I do know that from here on out, I can expect nothing but sadness. Because holy shit, y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122all, this is some bleak shit<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Our papa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going, too,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kurt said.<\/p>\n
Quietness then.<\/p>\n
A group of kids was kicking a ball, up near Frau Diller\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153When they come and ask you for your children,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed to say yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
So now Alex Steiner is heading to war, maybe with Hans Hubermann. And Rudy Steiner will stay in Molching, and in what will probably be no time at all, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to die.<\/p>\n
Damn it.<\/p>\n
CH. 64: THE PROMISE KEEPER\u00e2\u20ac\u2122S WIFE<\/strong><\/p>\n
The name of this chapter intrigued me. I knew it was a reference to Rosa, but what promise was Hans keeping?<\/p>\n
Most of this devastating chapter focuses on Hans, and Liesel watching Hans leave, then Rosa dealing with Hans\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s absence. We start off with alcohol. And lots of it.<\/p>\n
Not counting the glass of champagne the previous summer, Hans Hubermann had not consumed a drop of alcohol for a decade. Then came the night before he left for training.<\/p>\n
He made his way to the Knoller with Alex Steiner in the afternoon and stayed well into the evening. Ignoring the warnings of their wives, both men drank themselves into oblivion. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help that the Knoller\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s owner, Dieter Westheimer, gave them free drinks.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Surely, what else<\/em> could you do in such a situation? Both men probably know their chances of coming back alive in a losing war such as this is pretty damn slim, so why not<\/em> enjoy one last night of drinking? Hans gives the performance of his life on his accordion, apparently, though he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t necessarily remember any of it. Death doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t give us the details. I love that he just defaults to Liesel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s imagining<\/em> of it instead:<\/p>\n
Liesel imagined the scene of it, and the sound. Mouths were full. Empty beer glasses were streaked with foam. The bellows sighed and the song was over. People clapped. Their beer-filled mouths cheered him back to the bar.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never known a character who does this so much like my own brain. I LOVE THIS BOOK.<\/p>\n
Stumbling home drunk, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hilarious scene where Hans accidentally thinks Frau Holtzapfel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house is his own and, when he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get his key to work, he loudly pounds on the door in order to get inside. I literally have nothing interesting that I could say about it beyond stating that it made me laugh, but I wanted to mention it because the scene adds an interesting context to Hans\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s farewell.<\/p>\n
He falls asleep in the basement that night, and I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ignore the parallel to Max, both in that they were men Liesel loved and they both left her. In that basement, he sleeps soundlessly, like a corpse, so much so that Rosa actually has to wake him up by dumping a bucket of water on him. (What a very Rosa thing to do.) Zusak\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s description of the post-water-dump is another one of his fantastic bits of writing:<\/p>\n
Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
UGH SERIOUSLY. THIS DUDE CAN WRITE<\/em>.<\/p>\n
Awake and soaking wet, Hans has no choice but to move ahead. He has to get read. He has to go. And he has to ask Liesel one thing:<\/p>\n
Papa spoke. With his wet hand, he made the girl stop. He held her forearm. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Liesel? His face clung to her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you think he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s alive?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Liesel sat.<\/p>\n
She crossed her legs.<\/p>\n
The wet drop sheet soaked onto her knee.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I hope so, Papa.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
It felt like such a stupid thing to say, so obvious, but there seemed little alternative.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Truthfully, short of knowing for sure what happened to Max, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nothing that can truly comfort Hans Hubermann. Maybe he thought heading off to war would vindicate him or, even on a lesser level, just return some sort of balance to his conscious. It looks like it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s done neither, and the only thing that would actually give him peace would be Max in his basement. And he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gone.
\nAnd he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going, too.<\/p>\n
* * * THE KITCHEN: 1 PM. * * *
\nTwo hours till goodbye: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t go, Papa. Please.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d
\nHer spoon-holding hand is shaking. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153First we
\nlost Max. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t lose you now, too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d In response,
\nthe hungover man digs his elbow into the table
\nand covers his right eye. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re half a woman
\nnow, Liesel.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He wants to break down but wards
\nit off. He rides through it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Look after Mama,
\nwill you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The girl can make only half a nod
\nto agree. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, Papa.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/strong><\/p>\n
And thus begins Hans\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s own procession through Molching. The Steiners come to say goodbye, telling Hans to come back alive; he casually reminds them he made it through one world war already. The procession moves down Himmel Street, a parade of goodbye.<\/p>\n
When they walked up Himmel Street, the wiry woman from next door came out and stoof on the pavement.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Goodbye, Frau Holtzapfel. My apologies for last night.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Goodbye, Hans, you drunken Saukerl<\/em>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d but she offered him a note of friendship, too. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come home soon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, Frau Holtzapfel. Thank you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
She even played along a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know what you can do with your thanks.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
This is why I wanted to mention the scene with Frau Holtzapfel from earlier. I get the sense that everyone knows just how hopeless this whole situation is. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that Frau Holtzapfel believes it to be wrong<\/em> as well, as she seems to clearly agree with Hitler, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not comfortable stating that she might also know that what is happening to Hans is wrong. But she knows that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s awful nonetheless: he is leaving his wife and thirteen-year-old daughter behind.<\/p>\n
The goodbye between Liesel and Hans feels so permanent, which is funny because Death has already told us that Hans escapes him a second time this very year. (But he very well could be taken on a third <\/em>time, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not expecting his return at all.) Even if he does come back, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not going to erase the pain that is etched into Liesel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart in those last minutes with her father, who requests she look after his accordion, that she continue reading in the bomb shelter if there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s another raid. Despite being unable to say what she really wants to say, to beg her Papa to say, Liesel does find some words: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Will you play us something when you come home?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Hans Hubermann smiled at his daughter then and the train was ready to leave. He reached out and gently held her face in his hand. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I promise,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said, and he made his way into the carriage.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
MY CREYS. And with no fanfare whatsoever, Hans Hubermann steps onto a train that takes him far away from 33 Himmel Street. The vacancy inside those he left behind seems to spread to the entire neighborhood, filling the space with an emptiness the envelops everyone and everthing there.<\/p>\n
After twelve days of Alex Steiner\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s absence, Rudy decided he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d had enough. He hurried through the gate and knocked on Liesel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s door.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kommst?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ja.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
At least the two of them could suffer together, I thought. But I get the sense that both of them haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t spent much time together lately, so had things changed in that time? Had their grief and trauma affected their other relationships?<\/p>\n
So far, the answer is no. The two of them walked straight out of Molching together, no destination planned, though this detail begins to bother Liesel when she notices that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not heading to any place that is at all familiar:<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Where are we going?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t it obvious?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
She struggled to keep up. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, to tell you the truth\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnot really.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to find him.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Your papa?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He thought about it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Actually, no. I think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll find the F\u00c3\u00bchrer<\/em> instead.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
As ridiculous as this is\u00e2\u20ac\u201dand it is surely completely absurd\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthis is precisely something that Rudy Steiner would<\/em> do without a thought to the logistics or ramifications of such a choice. This isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a metaphorical statement for him. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what he actually<\/em> wants to do.<\/p>\n
Faster footsteps. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Rudy stopped. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Because I want to kill him.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He even turned on the spot, to the rest of the world. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Did you hear that, you bastards?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he shouted. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want to kill the F\u00c3\u00bchrer!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
See? He means it. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand the situation like you or I, but to him, this is a perfectly logical jump.<\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too much for Liesel, though, who doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have Rudy\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stubbornness inside of her. If anything, her cynical side is starting to come out and this is just too<\/em> ridiculous for her to continue. Stating that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s getting dark, she tells Rudy that she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going back.<\/p>\n
Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d keep walking. Wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
GOD DAMN IT, RUDY. YOU ARE WALKING TO KILL HITLER<\/em>. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think this is the same as stealing a book from the library of a lady who lets you do it<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n
Liesel stands up to this assertion, but I fear she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s revealed too much:<\/p>\n
For a while, neither of them spoke, but Liesel soon found the will. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re the only one, Saukerl<\/em>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She turned away. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you only lost your father\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What does that mean?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Liesel took a moment to count.<\/p>\n
Her mother. Her brother. Max Vandenburg. Hans Hubermann. All of them gone. And she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d never even had<\/em> a real father.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It means,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going home.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I know what Liesel means, but does Rudy? Did she just sort of admit that someone else is in that house? It could be an entirely disposable line, of course, and it certainly was meant to elaborate on Liesel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s history of loss in just thirteen years<\/em>, but I wonder if Rudy will ask her about this later.<\/p>\n
Either way, Liesel turns back, alone at first, then joined by Rudy fifteen minutes later. They walk in silence, consumed by their fear and their own futility, stuck in a situation they cannot control.<\/p>\n
No, thought Liesel as she walked. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel like this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Liesel realizing this is just another moment of sadness in a chapter that seems to be drowning in it. None of this, however, can prepare me for what ends chapter sixty-four: Rosa Hubermann.<\/p>\n
The two of them, tired in heart and mind and body, return home to furious mothers, but the kind of furious that feels more like an obligation to be angry than any genuine emotion. That night is like all the others, as Liesel\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thoughts wander to Max and her father and \u00e2\u20ac\u0153intruders\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and \u00e2\u20ac\u0153ghosts.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d But she hears a noise in the living room of her house and her curiosity gets the best of her.<\/p>\n
It took her longer than she expected for her eyes to adjust, and when they did, there was no denying the fact that Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even appear to be breathing.<\/p>\n
The sight of it propelled itself to the girl in the hallway.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I wonder how often Rosa did this. Or if this was the first time. Or if she never slept much, if she just hugged her husband\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s accordion instead and that gave her the comfort she needed in his absence. Whatever it was, I read this section with a stone in my throat, my heart reaching out for Rosa Hubermann, even though she wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t real, knowing that what she felt<\/em> was real.<\/p>\n
The accordion remained strapped to her chest. When she bowed her head, it sank to her lap. Liesel watched. She knew that for the next few days, Mama would be walking around with the imprint of an accordion on her body. There was also an acknowledgment that there was great beauty in what she was currently witnessing, and she chose not to disturb it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Seriously. Heartbreaking doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even seem like the right word. My god. And upon learning that Rosa fell asleep like that? It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shows how truly broken this whole situation really is.<\/p>\n
Ugh. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine this getting any worse, but I know that it has to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the sixty-third and sixty-fourth chapters of The Book Thief, everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. Intrigued? Then it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s time for Mark to read The Book Thief.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[43],"tags":[23,46,45,44],"class_list":["post-316","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-book-thief","tag-mark-reads","tag-mark-reads-the-book-thief","tag-markus-zusak","tag-the-book-thief-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=316"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markreads.net\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}